Would anyone like some peanut butter cookies?
My name? It’s Non Sequitor.
anyone else feel like going to the shooting range and firing away?
Chief’s Domain - http://www.seas.ucla.edu/~ravi
Hey, Falcon, yeah, well, ya cain’t BUY it-wink wink- but they use the barter system. It always pays to stock up on NASCAR collectibles and quality moonshine in the South. Oh, did I mention tight sweaters in winter?
I ain’t lyin’…anyhoo, what’s yer favorite firework???
Okay, wait a minute here. Everything’s getting clearer…
Hey, it’s WALLY! ::high five:: So, got any Moosehead on ya? So to speak…?
Oh, yeah, well I was just wondering if Coldfire is really, you know, Dutch and all? Whaddya think? “Shaking the weasel”?
“Jaayyy Deeee”? Nah, now that I’ve had a few tiny, restorative sips and pondered deeply, it occurs to me that no way he’s Dutch. Talkin’ trash like that? C’mon. How many people here can talk trash in Dutch?
::lists sideways, meditatively::
Nope, he ain’t Neder…Nether…oh, bullpucky, Coldfire’s NetherImpaired!
::falls gracefully in heap::
Speakin’ of such, better rescue glee; conked out face down in a snow drift, wearing a hospital gown…windburn…
Take it, guys. Gonna snooze for a bit.
(Dreaming of kilted guys and wombats,
Veb)
Bushmills? Have ye people no shame?
An Slanaighear, just hand me any feckin’ bottle ye’ve got at hand. It’s cold as Penmaenmawr out there. Has anyone seen that evil little rodent creature? I’ve been lookin’ fer the soulless son of a she-devil fer days now.
Hey Englisher! Ye made it! And I see ye’ve brought yer own nurse. Fine thinking. Tip back a sip of this Boodles and rest yer sack. Ye look a bit wrung out.
BTW, may I borrow that straitjacket fer a spell? There’s a woman outside babblin’ on about belt buckles and seein’ God or some such.
Hey! Wait a minute! Come back with that ye wench, that’s me best kilt! (sigh.)
I just knew this was a bad idea . . .
Dr. Watson
“Entropy just ain’t what it used to be . . .”
Let me rummage around in my duffle bag.
Well, what to we have here? A dozen bottles of Moosehead. Careful with that, Veb. It’s Canadian beer. What else? Oh, some Celine Dion CDs that we can use for target practice.
And last but not least, a monster bottle of Canadian Club rye whisky that I stole from the dud New Year’s Eve party I was forced to attend.
Cheers!
A seminar on time travel will be held two weeks ago.
Scarlet runs around twirling a kilt over her head CELINE DION!!! WOOOOOOO! Wally da MAN!!
PULL! BLAM cha-chick
PULL! BLAM cha-chick
PULL! BLAM cha-chick
I ever tell you guys I was Annie Oakley in a former life?
“JD”…step aside, y’awl. Who’s up for some Gammel Dansk? Cristi, how dare you let your shot glass get empty? And take some to glee - thatll warm him up in a hurry.
elelle, you got “700 balls of fire”?
Dammit glee, I am not a nurse. I don’t even play one on TV. But will you puhleeze get your ass in the house? Those backless hospital gowns are not good cold-weather wear. And I’m tired of looking at your hairy behind.
:::pours shot:::
:::sip::: Mmm. I like this stuff!
Hey, is this whiskey Y2K compliant? Heeheehee…neener neener neeener!
GuY2K Tshirts for sale, real cheap, as is, authentic puke stains included…
I wonder: what happens when the page links on the top of a thread (in this case links 1 thru 17) hit the words “next newest topic” ?
I guess this is the only thread that can sort that matter out. So let’s keep it alive a little longer (as if we could stop it if we wanted 
).
Oh, and Vebbie: I am Dutch. Very much so… all the American slang is just stuff I picked up from Bad American Telivision (How’s that for redundancy ), and, of course, This Thread.
And: a happy new year to all Guy Stuff Posters !
What better way to celebrate than with a fresh bottle of Jay Dee !!
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
I see elelle hawking GuY2K T-shirts(good one, el)
I think we now have a responsibility and a moral obligation to bring this thread to 2000 posts.
What? Of course it can be done.
Let’s join hands.
Tequila. We need tequila.
A seminar on time travel will be held two weeks ago.
::reluctantly comes out of stupor when shrapnel from Celine Dion CD’s pelt face::
Sheesh, is this the Charleton Heston Arm A Drunk party? {ka-chiiiing!) Hey, good ricochet, Pimple! Took out the wagon wheel ceiling light and a plastic carton of black guacomole with that one!
Man, my tongue tastes like Hannibal marched his elephants over it. JD, need JD…
::takes a hefty medicinal slug; shudders::
Thass better. Okay, Coldfire, sorry I implied you aren’t Dutch. Now I can see you’re wearing a wooden shoe. Oh, it’s Elle’s Lonaberger basket. Whatever. Looks good on ya, pal.
Uh, think someone should drag poor glee inside? He’s starting to look like a yard gnome that had a bad encounter with a semi.
Or what the heck, anybody got a camera?
Veb
Yard gnomes… heh, heh.
Drunk yeti… heh, heh.
Nekkid wimins?
Wally, how dare you:
This is Guy Stuff. Holding hands? Heresy!
I gotta go brush my teeth and shave my tongue. Pass me that Bushmill’s, that should make a good mouthwash.
Easy one-step assembly instructions.
Pour Beer A in Uncle B.
Sorry, Unc.
Brain fart.
A seminar on time travel will be held two weeks ago.
The Scots call it whiskey; I call it an emetic. Sorry guys, but I need some good ol’ merikan booze.
Double shot o’ JD please.
:::knocks it back with a sneer::: Smooth!
Now, where’s that Naired ferret? Little sumbitch has more lives than 16 alleycats.
:::appears in the haze of drunkenness before him in an Armani suit, hair slicked back and snazzy:::
Hello everybody…your favorite psychopath has returned…but much richer!! I knew there was a case…I took the damn bastards to court who made me this way, and believe it or not, I won!! My life is much better now, with the money and all. However, money still can’t top the good high I get from my secret syringe…
:::injects the needle into his arm once more:::
Oh yeah…that’s the stuff…
:::picks up a flask of vodka:::
We…can head over to my mansion…in…Florida…if…anybody…wannnnnn…
:::slouches in the corner:::
Hey there all! Looky what I’ve got!
:::holds up a bagful of travel-sized toothbrushes, teensy tubes of toothpaste, and Scope:::
You guys got all honked off at me when I wouldn’t share my toothbrush last time, so I got you all your own. Now stay away from my Elmo toothbrush, okay? Elmo is mine.
Heh. If SunsetLightning is so rich, why you not bring booze and chips?
::drains her glass::
There a fireplace anywhere around here?
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“We are here! You are saved!” --R. & F.
Christi, toothbrushes ??
C’mon now, there’s nothing on my teeth that 43% of alcohol won’t fix.
- Gargles with a mouthful of JD. Doesn’t spit. Swallows. Oh, the reactions THIS will cause *
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)